  * I have felt so overwhelmed lately. When will I be just "whelmed"? * JM found an ad in the Piedmont Review (ATL's alterna-wannabe yuppie paper) for a lingerie boutique in Buckhead, Oh! Fine Lingerie. They offer private appointments and custom fittings. I also love how the ad lists this: Proprietor- Sandy Thigpen.
Here's where it gets weird: In fine cursive at the bottom is their motto: "Wear it for him before he buys it for her" I don't think I need to extrapolate on how wrong that is. At the very least it has made for some fun word plays on it... * I have begun to think that Blogland is an actual place. Think about it: blogging is not just something we do; it's a place we go. Somehow it's in my head AND out there in space. It's like we're all crawling into our collective heads and rummaging around like at a garage sale or your granny's attic. There's some cool stuff in there, even if don't always know what it's for and what you're going to do with it. There's also a lot of junk that means something to somebody, or at least did at one time. Overall it's basically mental exhibitionism and voyeurism and we're all taking part. I wonder if there are people out there who only read blogs, but never write one of their own. Me personally, I am too full of myself to not insist that everyone know what I think.
So, if you're new (or not) Welcome to Blogland! * And finally, I went to my "assessment" interview for a therapy group yesterday. I almost didn't go because the woman had been weird to me on the phone. Once I saw her in person though I realized that she is just one of these people that does not get along with modern contraptions.
There was no computer in her office (though there rarely are in therapists offices) and all of the paper work was copies of once typed sheets. And by typed I mean with a type-writer. You know, those noisy things we now call antiques that actually press each letter into the page. (Side Note: do you ever think about how the things we now think of as so very modern will someday be regarded as old-fashioned? Think of how we look at things that aren't even that old, like cereal boxes from the 60's, with such astonishment with how much things have changed. Or even the early internet transmissions - they look downright medieval now. I was thinking recently about the turtle program that I used in the 2nd grade - with the black screen and neon green type that practically burned your eyeballs and how you had to tell it how to do what you wanted?
We are the generation that ushered in the personal computer! It's comparable to the printing press, the automobile and the man landing on the moon! ) Anyway, back to the therapist: She was much warmer in person and I was already turned around towards liking her when I saw in the waiting room two posters that read: He who is not busy being born is busy dying.
AND No woman is required to build the world by destroying herself -Rabbi Sofer 19th Century I guess that's all for now. I could write more, but I'd be officially rambling. 
